You're there,
In the middle of the highway.
And the rain,
keeps hitting you in the face.
You're there,
Surrounded by your inner devils,
And you wish,
For another time and place.
You're there,
The cars keep driving right toward you,
And it's dark,
but you can see there's no way out.
You're blinded,
In the middle of the highway.
And you're forgetting,
All that life is all about.
You're there,
Standing frozen in a blizzard,
And you're struggling,
waiting for the angel of death.
And the demons,
are laughing at you, mocking you,
As you breath in,
this last, euphoric breath.
You're there,
In the middle of the highway.
Bare feet, soaking wet from tears and rain.
You're there,
Escaping from reality.
Weary of this dark depressive pain.
You're there,
invisible to everyone.
And you've been cutting little riddles in your wrest.
You're leaving,
hardly seen by anyone,
Longing for a little painless rest.
